At what age does love truly die?
Well if it's pure it doesn't, let me tell you why
My grandfather had a wife named Jackie
She was his best friend and could always make him happy
They had ups and downs, but always made it through
You could swear no one loves each other like they do
She was funny, sweet, and things like such
And he loved that about her very much
Then came that fateful day
When we watched my grandmother wilt away
I sat there and watched her in her bed
Being confused by what someone had said
We all cried and hurt for a long time
Even on beautiful days when the sun would shine
It's been a while now and we still miss her
But no one as much as my grandpa that's for sure
On her birthday and their anniversary too
He still buys her flowers like he used to do
He places them by her urn and the picture I drew
Hoping that one day she'd see it too
He laughs and cries at the memories made over those twenty plus years
And still cries his loved one's tears
You see, true love never fades away
Because in your mind and soul it will always stay